PAPER BIRD - THAUMATROPE

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A thaumatrope is a toy of the nineteenth century, based on the principle of optical illusion. Two pictures drawn on the two sides of a piece of cardboard become one by simply twisting pieces of string attached to it, making the thaumatrope rotate. The flying bird seems to be caught in a cage.

The third Paper Bird album „Thaumatrope“ was written and recorded between spring and autumn of 2009, once more entirely at Anna Kohlweis’ own home, strongly influenced by the comics, novels, films and televison shows consumed in the time of making the record.
Beats and rythms are often made from field recordings, the shutter of a camera rumbles in four-four time, fragments of piano recordings accompany a single voice on a journey through everyday's luggage. „Thaumatrope“ is whistling, stomping, shouting and clapping itself through stories that are much darker than they may seem at first, using the singer’s voice as multiple choirs, performing exorcisms and recovering ghosts, singing in unison and against each other.

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released November 25, 2009

recorded by Anna Kohlweis.
mastered by Martin Siewert.

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Track Name: PAPER BIRD - PAPER BIRD - DEVIL
In the dark theres a hole where the rabbits go no more. Theres a path to a room where a black
cradle waits for you. And i cut your hair last night, i found the birthmark that you hide that
spells out the number of the beast. This is an omen, i am sure. For darkness there cant be no cure.
Now i can put my finger on the patch of sky that seems to be hanging over our heads, that sends
hailstorms down on our bed and i look up and wait for lightning to strike. So i perform exorcisms with
alcohol and violent kisses. But the exchange of dispair, my fingers tangled up in your hair wont
keep the devil at bay. This is an invasion of body snatchers. They replaced me with a box of matches.
Now i run red-headed through life, prepared to burn down. Well meet on our tricycles down the hall
to race down the corridors of our downfall. No glowing christian crosses could make this a movie our
grandmothers would watch. So i perform...